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Enter Cœlia at a table perusing some papers, Delia waiting.Cœl:
Delia?
Del:
Madame.
Cœl:
Stay behind till J giue you a call.
Del:
J shall Madame.
Exit.
Cœl:
How well he loues me these dull papers tell,
The breif of all his larg possessions;
Which freely he giues up unto my hands
To make my joynture to my will, what's this
Unto the loue he brings me in himself.
(One knocks violently)
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Delia?
Del.
Madam.
Cœl:
See who is at door:
Exit.
And yet how base alass is the world grown
That oftenr couple great estates together
Then minds or wills.
Enter Delia in hast after her Antonio.
Del:
Madam, Sr Oliver's wounded.
Ant:
Stay there till J call for you.
(speaks as at the door)
Cœl:
How? where? by whome? raise up my house.
Ant:
Lady view but these wounds J took for thee,
And count thy glories, graces, honours, colours,
Thy colours Lady; old as J am yet
J can spare thus much blood for thee my dear;
Ungentle Clerimont! 'las the blow was naught
But that my Son should doe it there's the wound;
What needed his curst hand, am J not old
And of mine own accord post fast enough
To death?
Cœl:
Durst his hand tempt a Sinn so grosse
And fowle, hath he forgot all piety,
And man?
Ant:
He's dead to goodnesse; but the cause
Of all this tumult is thy wedding day;
He hath vow'd deep oaths, before he'le suffer
So monstrous a Conjunction (as he calls it)
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The Religion of the place contemned,
He'le violate the Gods, and what on earth
He should next honour, these gray hairs.
Cœl:
He dare not,
Nor will The Gods permitt so damnd an act.
Ant:
Let us not trust to that;
This night J'le be thy husband, a Preist
J haue provided here, even in this chamber
Made by thy gracious presence sacred, and
Holy; ô how 'twill vex my humerous Son;
Speak, shall the churchman to his office?
My castle shall be here, which J will guard
With good tall Knaues my Serving men,
J'le throw the Villaine, and the blood J scarce
Can think to be mine own, out of my thoughts,
To morrow J will send for my conveighances,
And scrowls of all my wealth, and make them over
All my dear Mistress unto thee.
Cœl:
How's this?
Why those are here already Sir.
Ant:
J haue betrayd my self (Aside)
ô true
J doe remember now, but this affright
Struck it out of my memory.
Cœl:
Lets see takes the taper and findes him not the same
The wound Sr: ha Delia who is this
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Exit Antonio.
Enter Hog rushing in.
Hog:
Saue you Lady.
Cœl:
How comst thou hither?
Hog:
J know not that, but here J am most sure
My Master bid me goe unto your Ladyship
But sent me flying, 'tis not a minute
Since J was in his chamber on his way
To you, and with you talking here;
Cœl:
Thy businesse?
Hog:
Only to tell you
That my Master will be here presently and intends to speak
with you before you sleep, about some waity businesse.
Cœl:
Jndeed J am glad of it,
His presence like the Sun will purg and clear
These misty passages.
Enter Antonio in the Conjurers habit.
He's here already, welcome ô welcome my souls best
comfort!
Canst perfect them.
Ant:
That is my purpose Lady,
For J am he alone that can, nay he
That indeed must fulfill your joies, & not
By relations, but in my own person.
Cœl:
What means the fellow? Delia goe raise the house.
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Stir not good moveable, doe not bawl neither
But know your office is to sleep, or read
While your Lady is courted, & now to you
Whose pardon J must craue that J am bold
To call you mine, before you haue agreed
To be soe.
Cœl:
The fellow is mad, and raues
Talks any thing.
Ant:
Yes, just as mad as is
Antonio at this present.
Cœl:
Js he not mad?
Ant:
No more then J am.
Cœl:
Didst thou not tell me soe?
Ant:
Never; J told you he was not himself,
Nor his own man, 'twas you that said he was mad,
J told you to he that in years and face
Resembled me amongst your Sutors most,
On him the fates did place the blessing
Of your marriage bed.
Cœl:
True, and that's old Youngloue.
Ant:
J never sayd that, never;
Cœl:
Who is't then?
Ant:
My self.
Cœl:
Jmpudent fool art not asham'd?
Wert thou my Sutor ever? just as much
As thou shalt be my husband.
Ant:
Agreed, agreed.
Come in there witnesses.
Enter Clerimont & Priest.
nay J'le take you at your word; friends you heard the whole
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Both.
We did.
Ant:
See then the humblest and truest
Of all thy Sutors, thy Antonio.
Cœl:
How welcome to these arms thou art,
T'were now in vaine in amorous words to expres't.
Ant:
The shortnesse of the time deny our tongues
That happinesse, we will at larg tell stories
When we may safely.
Cler:
Make all sure first, here's a nimble chopper shall doe
your businesse for you.
Priest.
Tribus verbis as they say Sir.
Cler:
J hope Madam, you will excuse me to my Father
Cœl:
Alas, your father is the least we fear,
That chamber there doth afford a greater
Bugbear, deluded Sebastian.
Ant:
Let me alone to take him off;
Cler:
My Brother hath a servant here would be better known
to you; J subornd him to steal a dozen of spoons from your
Cook, whereby the discovery of the theft might bring you to
the knowledg of my brother.
Cœl:
J am sorry then J had him pumpt.
Well now Antonio J surrender up
My self thy vertues prize; thy loue is noble
And through the more black studies it hath run
Hath got more lustre, take me into thy arms
No Thunder now shall part us,
Ant:
Nor no jarr
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Exe: Ant: Cœl: Cler: Priest.
Del:
Welcome againe unto me Hog: haue we quite forgot
our fool; you know you promis'd me faire.
Hog:
And J'le perform wench; still he's thine own, fear it
not, he is now at Antonios house, where we haue play'd our
pranks there he lies not knowing me to be his Hog; he is now
a Conjurer in conceit, J haue put him into the habit of Antonio;
you must presently goe and enquire your fortune of him,
which he will tell you as wisely as you would expect from
such a wit as he is; come come 'tis almost day.
Del:
Well if thou dost cozen me, may all chambermayds
hereafter liue honestly; which will be thy undoing; and in
dispaire of fortune mayst thou wander without boots sword
and coat a naked Pandar.
Exeunt.
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